A/N: Here goes nothing.

Warnings:
1. Slash of the guy/guy variety. Homophobes, take a bow and make your exit.

2. Kiddies, who are prone to crying to Mummy if they don't like what they see, please leave. I don't want to be responsible for the corrupting of young minds.

3. Draco/Harry shippers: This series has long ceased to be exclusively Draco/Harry. Other pairings are featured!

Flamers: Please say something intelligent and helpful.

Disclaimer: The wonderful world of HP belongs to J.K. The bizarre world of Plot & CO. is mine.

Once more, my sincerest thanks and gratitude to my darling readers. I had no idea that F and I would become a - Well, whatever it is, I had no idea it would do so well. Same with L and D. So here we are together again at last. Ready for another one? ^_^ I thought so.

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"It was too easy," Draco murmured.
"What?" Harry asked drowsily. He pulled Draco closer.
"Our escape. It was too easy."
"Are you complaining?"
"No, just wondering."
"Wondering?"
"Or marveling, maybe," Draco said, standing.
"Marveling?"
"You're not too intelligent right now, are you?" Draco remarked, grinning.
"I just want to enjoy the quiet. Remus and Sirius are out and you can't bicker with them."
"It's not my fault!"
"Right."
"It's not! Black doesn't trust me." Draco insisted hotly.
"He worries," Harry said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand.
"If I was going to betray you, I had the perfect opportunity."
"Unless you were trying to gain my trust and betray me at a later date."
"Are you suspecting me too?" Draco asked, eyes flashing.
"I'm merely following your train of thought," Harry replied, eyes closed.
"What train of thought?"
"Exactly."

Draco's jaw dropped and he stood arms crossed in Remus's living room, refusing to believe that Harry had just insulted him. "Planning on catching flies, love?" Harry laughed. Draco quickly shut his mouth.
"I can't believe you're not taking this seriously!"
"Draco, when someone tries to kill you all the time, you either become completely paranoid like Moody or you just accept it."
"And end up dead," Draco finished.
"Not dead yet," Harry retorted. He rose and put an arm around Draco's waist.

"Come on," he whispered, resting his chin on Draco's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Draco replied.
"Liar," Harry said. "You're so tense, I could bounce a penny off you."
"Moron, that's only a test for bedspreads," Draco sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Loser. Have you been watching Martha Stewart? Again?" Harry teased.
"God no! I have yet to be that bored."
"At least you haven't discovered talk shows."
"Talk shows?" Draco repeated. "What are those?"
"It's were they take the dregs of society and put them on TV to embarrass themselves."
"Like Mudbloods?"
"Like death eater scum."
"Hey!" Draco protested, hurt.
"Present company excepted of course," Harry added.
"It's not as if I volunteered for this. I didn't want it. That's why he did it. He knew-"
"Draco, calm down," Harry interrupted. Draco turned to face him.
"I can't. I hate to sound like the herald of Impending Doom, but I just don't think that it's over. It's like there's a giant ax hanging over my head and that at any moment, it's going to drop."
"We've all got to go sometime," Harry joked.
"I'm not kidding. I know Lucius and something about this isn't right."
"Do you think they had another plan?"
"I don't know what to think anymore," Draco sighed, turning away. Harry caught his wrist.
"Draco-" Draco turned. "I love you."
"I know."
"Then you also know that I don't let anything happen to the people I love."
"Yes."
"Then what are you afraid of?" Harry asked softly. *You're only human. Voldemort is too strong. Lucius is relentless...* Draco thought.
"Many things," he replied. "Too many things."
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Not as stunning as the first chapter of it's predecessors. What can we expect to see in this story? Well...Ron/Neville, Seamus/Bill, most likely Hermi/Greg, and I think I'll throw in another pairing as well. With current storyline, Narcissa will appear eventually. Requests? Comments? Criticism? Review and let me know!

Luv,
J. Silver